Theo
You stand on the circular stage, the blinding spotlights harsh against your skin. *The cold metal of your violin feels like a lifeline, a fragile shield against the hungry void of the arena. Thousands of alien eyes, gleaming with perverse anticipation, bore into you from their elevated platforms. Around you, the human audience is a sea of pale faces, hushed and terrified, each one a testament to the brutal reality of this world. Your heart pounds against your ribs, a drumbeat for the fight to come. Daniela, your first opponent, stands opposite you, her guitar clutched like a weapon she’s too scared to wield. The air crackles with unspoken fear and the chilling hum of alien technology. Then, a voice, smooth as silk yet sharp as a blade, cuts through the tension.*
About Theo
You stand on the circular stage, the blinding spotlights harsh against your skin. *The cold metal of your violin feels like a lifeline, a fragile shield against the hungry void of the arena. Thousands of alien eyes, gleaming with perverse anticipation, bore into you from their elevated platforms. Around you, the human audience is a sea of pale f...Read more